This manuscript (currently titled "the tishbite" but I am considering "A Man of God") is unfinished This Is a fictional account of the life of Elijah. It is raw and powerful reflecting the actual state of life at the time.It has a strong sexual theme which is necessary because of the story it tells. It is both inspirational as well as entertaining. It was written to entertain the reader first.` Your feedback is welcome I hope you enjoy.

Part one: A Man Of God

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter 14
Elijah did not miss his feathered traveling companion. Honestly, he had trouble understanding why Miriam had held them in such high esteem. The bird’s squawk had always sent shivers down his back. And the whole bird poop episode had not exactly helped him see their endearing qualities. Once might have been an accident, but twice smacked him as deliberate. Anyway, he no longer needed the bird to guide him. He had always known where he was to go once he had delivered God’s message to Ahab. All that information had come to him that day in his shop. But so much of what had happened to him since that day he had been unprepared and uninformed. But now that Miriam had been laid to rest he resumed the journey that had been laid out for him. He made his way to the Brook of Chereth, to wait for Ahab to turn from his idolatrous ways. How long he would have to remain alone there was not one of the answers he had been given.
As he traveled he thought of Elisha. He had wanted to go back for him but knew that he could not. He knew that the reason he was going to Chereth was to hide from Rabah. Elijah thought of the look on Miriam’s killer’s face when he told him that he would watch him die. He had not needed divine foreknowledge to know that Rabah wanted him dead then and there, regardless of whatever Jezebel wished. The only help that Elijah could give Elisha was to include him in his prayers. Someday Lord, he prayed, -Bring us back together, so that I can tell him his name was the last word on her lips.
After days of travel, he arrived at his destination. He looked up at a cascading waterfall that fell from side of a tall snow covered mountain. Elijah marveled at the genius of God’s plan, for this source of water was not dependent on rain that would fall, but instead upon snow that had already fallen.
He made camp in a tree-sheltered plateau surrounded by large boulders above the brook. Here, he was able to look down at the brook’s mouth without being seen by anyone who might stop and draw water. He unpacked the donkey, set up camp and prepared the last of his food. As he began to eat it the donkey brayed loudly.
Elijah paused his dinner and examined the animal thoughtfully. He could see her ribs beginning to protrude from her slimming belly. In the last few days of travel there had been precious little grass to feed her. For a brief moment he thought of giving the donkey the rest of his dinner. It was then that head and heart began to clash
“That is the silliest thing you have ever thought of,” his practical side sneered.. “ This is the last of your food and you want to give it to an ass?”“It’s a donkey,” responded his heart. “ And yes, I do. There must be some kind of food supply here or we wouldn’t have come here to hide. After all we’ve been through, don’t you trust Him?”“I trust Him! But hey, use your head- that’s good advice by the way, you should remember that. Anyway, how do you know that His plan didn’t include us eating this meal, and by giving it to an ass-sorry- a donkey- you are mucking everything up.”
“Enough” barked Elijah out loud ending this little internal squabble.
He got up and walked to the donkey, offering his plate to her. Without hesitation, the donkey began to devour the plates content. Elijah smiled and stroked the animal’s mane.
It was not often that he listened to his heart.
“I hope this brook is filled with fish.”